Ok, first off I would like to say the most ENORMOUS thank you to all of my subscribers, story favouriters, readers. You have truly made writing these worthwhile, especially now I know somebody actually likes them. Secondly, an EPIC apology for not updating in so long, my life atm is just REVISE REVISE REVISE, EXAMS EXAMS EXAMS and it's getting harder to find time to make time to update these. Please bear with me, I will try and update as often as I can.

P.s; a special apology to Alice, as I know she hates it when people do this, sorryy :D

It was dark and, to avoid waking her, he had decided to carry her into the comfiest bed in the TARDIS.

Which just happened to be his.

He lay her gently on the pillow and sniffed casually, looking around the room with a disgruntled frown. Although he did not want to admit it, he was a bit of a slob.

She moaned gently and rolled over, taking up more or less the entire, bigger-than-king-size bed in the process. Although he didn't want to admit it, it was both cute and impossible at the same time. He smiled, dirty laundry in hand, and wandered over to the wash basket.

At least the room was getting slightly tidier.

Kneeling down, he reached under the bed to fish out what he presumed was once an old sock.

'So that's the new life form the Tardis registered the other day' He mumbled to himself, dropping it gingerly in the pile. The room didn't look that bad, he thought to himself, glancing around and tip-toeing over to the door. He'd be nice to her, he decided, it wasn't her fault, not really.

Smiling at her, he lifted the, strangely heavy, wash basket and attempt to lumber out of the room, tripping gingerly over stray underwear and runaway books. He really needed to sort out his act, clean up, sort himself out. He would be the best man ever, she would fall for him unconditionally and be with him forever, people would be so jealous of the love and devotion which they both shared.

'Doctor?'

He hadn't quite realised just how loud he was humming 'chariots of fire' until she woke up. Epic tune, not quite fitting for the actual situation.

'Hmmm?' He was attempting to be nonchalant, hoping that she wouldn't notice the endless pile of boxers that he was attempting to drag out of the door, or his terrible humming.

Or, come to mention it, the rather inappropriate looking, bright pink, leather-bound book which was peeking, sneakily, from underneath the bedside cabinet.

'Where am I?' Yawns.

'My room, I, er, brought you in here so you wouldn't wake up'

Sleepy smiles.

That was good, he was at least off the hook until she remembered what had happened to cause her to fall asleep. He smiled at her, and gestured out of the room.

'Tea?'

'Please' She cat stretched, her back arching gracefully from the mattress and her hips thrust upwards towards th-

'Do you mind?' Her smile was cheeky and slightly mischievous. He blinked and closed his open mouth.

'Um, sorry, yes, tea, I'll just' He shuffled out of the room, mentally bitchslapping himself for staring.

He waltzed down the corridor, humming a non-existent tune, eyes closed in an eternal picture of the future he hoped to have and quickly and painfully disappeared down a stray flight of stairs.